The breeze is slow, the evening clouds are swaying, and the four figures stand side by side in the night, talking to each other, and the figure in the middle looks slender, slightly taller than the other people by half a head, standing among the four people, it looks very abrupt. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dugu Lang squinted his eyes, strolling among the three women, Guo Xue on the left, holding Dugu Lang's arm with both hands, the lady's appearance was lost, the eyes looked at Dugu Lang, and kept smiling at the other two women to show provocation.

Shennong Sang smiled faintly, his eyes looked ahead, the pitch was dark and faint, blurring his vision, the road ahead gradually became dark, and there was no direction, and he said vigilantly: "Senior brother, do you feel that the surroundings are very strange." ”

Dugulang opened his eyes and said lightly: "It's too quiet." ”

"Yes, it's too quiet, even at night, it can't be so quiet, the wind stops, the birds don't chirp, everything is silent, and everything shows one thing, and that's weirdness. Shennong Sang frowned and said solemnly.

Guo Xue's eyes scanned the surroundings, let go of her little hand, pointed around, clarified the direction, and said: "Childe, not far ahead is the imperial capital, this is a low-lying place, usually few people walk, you can see the imperial capital after that hillside, however, this place is very weird and very suitable for assassination." ”

The word "assassination" exited, the air was a little colder, Li Mingyue felt that the air, atmosphere, and darkness around her suddenly changed, and her keen soul felt that there was danger around her, so she moved a little to Dugu Lang's side, and was careful to be vigilant around.

The surroundings were dangerous, quiet, and dark, and this was a sign that someone was lying in ambush around them, waiting to be assassinated.

"Oh, ahead?"

Dugu Lang stared at the hillside in front of him, it was indeed a good position, where they were standing, the further they went, the greater the danger, close to the lowest point, that would be their most dangerous time, at this time, the chance of success was very high.

"Looks like a friend came to see us. ”

Dugu Lang took a step forward, behind him Shennong Sang sacrificed Shennong Ding, shrouding the three daughters, Guo Xue turned out the Shennong hoe, attacking at any time, Li Mingyue had a long sword in his hand, and his cold eyes were patrolling the surroundings, his eyes were bright, and the killing intent was obvious.

"I don't know which one is so free to come and receive me. ”

Dugu Lang's soft voice spread all around, and did not stop because of this, after echoing a few times, it shook every inch of air around it, and washed it somewhere, there was a little surprised reverberation, Dugu Lang looked at it and said, "Come out, brother, I know you are there." ”

The night sky was dark, and the cold night shrouded the surroundings, adding a layer of murderous barrier.

That position moved, and a man walked out, out of the darkness, his figure was like the moon, his steps were like the wind, light as a bird, plain as water, he landed gently, without making a loud sound, and his footsteps walked in the air, at a certain distance from the ground.

He walked out, and it was pitch black behind him, darker, thicker, and more terrifying than the surroundings.

Night is accompanied by moonlight.

Under the bright light, his figure was still pitch black, black, and his face could not be seen clearly, as if it was completely shrouded in pitch black, the night was dark, and the moon was impermanent.

The hand turned out, a flute in the hand, staring at Dugulang coldly, the flute to the mouth, the mouth, the lips like ice came up, close to the cold flute, Xiao Xiaoban Ma Ming, the flute blown.

The wind moved.

The moon was brighter, and the darkness still enveloped him.

"Woo. ”

The sound of the flute is like a wolf's roar, like the roar of a wild beast, like a raging wind, like a thousand armies walking, all kinds of changes, all kinds of forms, changing the position of the fingers, these sounds are constantly transformed, sometimes excited, sometimes calm, sometimes killing, sometimes violent, the sound is in the ears.

"Woo. ”

The sound of the flute does not move, but it is the night that moves.

Dugu Lang's soul trembled slightly, as if he was about to disperse, his body trembled to varying degrees, it was very light and weak at first, and when he got to the back, his voice became more and more fierce, the killing machine was turbulent, it was messy, the meridian blood was boiling, and the body could not maintain normal operation.

The blood is boiling, every inch of blood, every soul, is trembling, moving with the sound of the flute, Dugulang's ears are moist, as if something is flowing out of it, wet his cheeks, a sour nose, with a faint smell of blood, his eyes blink, blood dripping, clearly visible.

Bright red, blood red, black red, in the end, the eyes are pitch black, unable to gaze normally, Dugulang closed his eyes, but the blood was still flowing, his face was painful, and his facial features were condensed, which was very miserable.

Guo Xue and the others, in Shennong Ding, their heads were broken, they couldn't keep it normal, their bodies trembled and uneasy, their hearts were full of shock, their eyes were staring at the person who walked on foot, the darkness was his clothes, the moonlight was his guide, the road was bright, and he was walking.

"Senior sister, are you okay?"

Guo Xue grabbed her head with both hands, pressed her temples tightly, and endured the pain, Shennong hoe didn't know when it was gone, she asked hard, and after the words came out, she was panting nervously, her lips were chapped, and her throat was sore.

"Senior sister, I can still hold on, are you all right?"

Worried, Shennong Sang looked back, the two of them had the same expression, their facial features were condensed together, very uncomfortable, her hand was still transmitting spiritual power, she couldn't stop, after being blocked by Shennong Ding, it could still have such power, it can be imagined, how strong the attack power of these Xiao sounds is.

Without Shennongding, they couldn't hold on for so long.

Li Mingyue stared at the figure with her eyes fixed, and said to herself: "The moon is impermanent. ”

There is no light in the night, and the moon is impermanent.

Moon impermanence, why is he here, is it for revenge?

Li Mingyue put her hand on the sword, her eyebrows blinking, staring at him.

The sound of the flute continued, did not stop, the pace approached gently, his eyes became more and more fierce, looking directly at Dugu Lang, the killing intent had been decided, Dugu Lang's eyes were round, the tree of life and death was running rapidly, repairing Dugu Lang's body, the leaves swayed, resisting this sound, the blood in Dugu Lang's body no longer flowed, and the sound of Xiao could not hurt him.

Raise his hand, gently wipe the blood on his face, the blood is very red, very fresh, Dugu Lang's white clothes are stained with red, his brows are slightly frowned, revealing a sense of disgust, after wiping off the blood, Dugu Lang gently grasped the sword, "killing" the sword in his hand, and made a sword drawing action.

The eyes are like swords, and the breeze is coming.

"Draw your sword. ”

The sword is out, the dark curtain is hidden, and the moon is still there.

A sword cold shines in all directions, the lonely flute sound has stopped, it is not only the sound of the flute that stops, but also his footsteps, movements, the darkness disperses, the moonlight shines again, the moon impermanence comes out of the darkness, a faint trace appears on the hand holding the flute, and a faint blood flows out.

"You're the Dugu Lang who killed the Dead Sea?"

The voice was like a dark night, without the slightest emotion, cold, unable to guess the emotions in his heart, Dugu Lang did not deny it, and said: "That's right, then you are his companion?"

Moon Impermanence, Shadow, Dead Sea, the three of them are the general's subordinates, among which Moon Impermanence is the most powerful, the weapon is a flute, the sound of the flute kills, killing people invisibly, thousands of miles without bloodshed.

This person rarely makes a move, and if he does, he dies.

Yue Wuchang nodded lightly, without any emotion, looked at Dugu Lang again, and said, "For so many years, you are the first person to kill me, and you can live so long." ”

"Am I glad then?"

He was not angry, and still said lightly: "You are very strong, you can hurt me in the dark night, after I became a saint, you are the first." ”

Since he entered the sainthood, he has not been harmed, he will always be the only one who kills, no one can find his location, thousands of miles of killing, invisibly, there is no need to talk nonsense, I thought that Dugulang and others would be killed immediately, but I didn't expect this person to bleed and not die, how powerful his requiem is, he knows.

In the same realm, no one can receive a complete requiem song, the soul is scattered, there is no ** back, but this Dugu Lang seems to have a bit of strength, very weird, no wonder the shadow, the Dead Sea died in his hands, and it is not unjust.

"The moon is impermanent, the night is dark, the moon is impermanent, it is rumored that the moon impermanence weapon is a flute, a flute to destroy the requiem, killing people invisibly, I can't imagine that the rumors are true, but you are waiting thousands of miles to chase and kill me, thank you for your hard work. ”

Dugu Lang didn't see that he was a little afraid, the sword was already in the sheath, and his hand was ready, ready to attack.

The sword came out, the cold light fell, the moonlight was hidden, and the black curtain rose.

The sword is closed, all the light comes out, and the darkness is hidden.

The figure of Yue Impermanence disappeared and reappeared, already in another direction, standing in the void, looking down at Dugu Lang, his eyes were a little more surprised, the sleeves of his palms were cut off in half, and they fell to the ground, revealing snow-white hands.

"Your swordsmanship is good. ”

Being able to find him in the dark night and hurt him, this Dugu Lang is not a waste, he is very strong, he will not die under the Requiem, and he can resist, if he is not fast, I am afraid that he will really die under his sword.

The sword came out without a trace, it was completely clear, it had reached the palm of his hand in the blink of an eye, and if he was someone else, I was afraid that his hand had been broken, he didn't dare to be careless, he looked at Dugulang seriously, his breath was hidden, his cultivation was not obvious, his swordsmanship was secret, and he was a very strange person.

"Thanks for the compliment, but it's not as good as your skills, looking at your appearance, you must have blown the flute thousands of times, you can have such great perseverance, you are also the first person in the world. ”

Dugu Lang appreciates from the bottom of his heart, this "flute" is not the other "flute", one is made of wood, and the other is full meat, which can resist energy output, 360 degrees without obstacles, and can shoot far away, he should be the first person to blow so many flutes.

The impermanence of the moon is still flat, I don't know what Dugulang meant, I thought it was like that, so I didn't care.

"Shadow, the enemy of the Dead Sea, I will not stop there, and I will definitely learn in the future. After Yue Wuchang finished speaking, the figure slowly disappeared, the moonlight was just right, but there was a lack of appreciation.

Dugu Lang collected his sword, pulled out the gourd, drank a sip of Baiguo wine, replenished his spiritual power, and groaned: "Trouble, this person's strength is unpredictable, and he can dodge my two swords, which is extraordinary." ”